Sometimes mother nature just refuses to cooperate with your plans.
I figured a little cove up north would be transforming the stormy west swell into clean, head-high barrels. But it didn't. Instead, I imagined a Micro Machine version of myself, perfectly slotted in ankle-high shore break. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.
makes ya want to get one of those remote control surfers...
ReplyDeletehaha. totally. saw a guy w/ one at pc, but he didn't end up taking him out. killer avatar by the way. "just ride the barrel and get pitted, so pitted...like that!" waaaaaahahahhaha. makes me laugh every time!
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